With the half yearly exams kicking off, our school has switched back to an exam mode. Exam’s like a science laboratory for teachers to snatch the slide of our children’s work under the microscope of their red pen. The strange syringe filled with a red injectant destines the fate of our children.
After having appeared so many exams as a student, I can clearly see the shadows of tensions that overcast our heart. The word exam, for some is like adopting a regime to undergo strict diet schedule, escaping few of the timely meals simply because they are caught by the exam fever. For few who always trod with time, it’s a mundane bridge that they casually walk over it. But, at least a few segments are still there crippled by exam epidemics, making them suffer insomnia, amnesia, negligence, be dreamy, preoccupied and vague.
|My school children sprinting with the first Mid-term exam paper|
The most interesting and captivating moment during such climate is that we can see the forecast of different weather on the face of our children. Some sweat depicting a farmer in a sub-tropical area while others freeze like mountaineers on top of the Everest. Few emit heat not less than a turbo engine and some gaze the empty ceiling wrinkling their forehead, as if they can fix the exact number of cement molecules used.
After being a teacher, I can watch many scenes in this exam drama. Having said this, I am not being celebrative of our children’s challenge and struggle. This drama is absolutely necessary because, it has only been a stage to showcase their academic talents and creative wits. It is an academic event where both academic Olympics and Paralympics are held together without any bigotry.